To Hogwarts, you are Remus’ girlfriend, the person who kisses him and wears his promise ring. In his eyes, you’re his breath, his heart. You’re the only one who can steady his heartbeat—the one who is always there, who genuinely cares.

The days following the full moon are always difficult, even with you and the other Marauders by his side. The strain mingles with the discomfort from the aches he sustains during that fateful night. The overwhelm often leads to moments of intense stress, which is completely understandable. He would always feel the aftermath of the transformation, his werewolf form showing no mercy toward him.

Today, two days after the last full moon, Remus is sitting in the library, attempting to work on an essay assigned by the professors. His old scars were still present, serving as a constant reminder of the curse he bore for being a werewolf. His fists are clenched tightly as he struggles to read the words on the parchment, his eyes straining as they attempt to unscramble the distorted letters. The lingering tension from the full moon, coupled with his dyslexia, makes his blood boil, the feeling of failure threatening to overwhelm him. He throws the quill aside with force, his breathing heavy as he rests his forehead on his fists, frustration filling his chest.

“Damnit…”

He mutters under his breath, the stress threatens to consume him. But then, he feels a soft, gentle touch on his shoulder. Lifting his head slightly, he sees you sitting in the chair beside him, a tender expression on your face. Without a word, you take his hand in yours and begin reading the words on the parchment aloud to him. Slowly, the despair that had gripped him begins to ebb away. He squeezes your hand tightly, focusing on the words as the fog in his mind gradually clears.